Huh huh. Do you remember that I felt bad on Tuesday? It actually started already on Monday. I had some stomach ache, but I didn’t pay too much attention. I was sure my symptoms were psychosomatic, even though I felt really bad on Tuesday. As my pain got worse, I called the health center on Wednesday morning. The nurse told me to see a doctor immediately. (more…)

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M is an upside-down W, and indeed – my Mordless Mednesday is a bit upside-down. Last week’s shelter news discovered the clown in Tessa, and I was so in love with this picture (and my girl). Good news – the show goes on! (more…)

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I planned on writing a post on cat litter today. It doesn’t work out. I’m so tired, and I’m feeling really bad. I haven’t eaten for 2 days, and I can’t get anything down. I’m having severe problems writing English. My language skills are always suffering when I’m feeling bad.

I’m very bad at accepting and knowing my limits. I wouldn’t have written a post at all if I was better at accepting my limits. But this easy solution is good for being me. I’m back tomorrow, because I already wrote the Wordless Wednesday post. Right now, I feel really word- and ‘worldless’. Thank you for all your comments and thoughts. Thank you, Ellen, for your awards. I’m not able to respond today, so I’ll try again tomorrow. Which doesn’t mean I didn’t appreciate it.

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I’m embarrassed about this post. I thought about editing some parts, but I want to be authentic on this blog.

I fell in love with Tessa at first sight. She was so cute and made it easy for me. She let me pet her and showed that she liked me. Kajsa was hiding. She continued being shy for some days, but she eventually warmed up. I had nothing against Kajsa, but it was Tessa I adored. Kajsa felt more like an “attachment”. Wow, this sounds cruel. I made sure that Kajsa accepted me, because I wanted her to feel comfortable at my place. However, it didn’t immediately feel like the perfect match, but rather like another wonderful cat that comes along with Tessa. I love both now. Kajsa and I just needed a bit more time. (more…)

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I know, I’m dramatic, but I can’t help it. What I hate most about cat-proofing my home are window screens. I wanted to have inside-outdoor cats, because I didn’t like the idea of a golden cage. I’ve accepted that the Finnish law restricts outdoor cats, but it was hard to think like an adult whilst making the screens.

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Today it’s time for a challenged challenge! This post is both part of the A to Z Challenge and The Lazy Pit Bull’s blog hop* 52 Snapshots of Life – A weekly themed photo challenge.This week’s topic is blessing.

I was in psychiatric ward exactly one year ago. I suffered from severe depression and anxiety disorder. I’m still on a long-term sick leave, but I’m feeling much better this spring. A year ago, it felt impossible to recover. I freaked out when people told me that I needed to be patient, and time will heal. I couldn’t imagine a future. At all.

The hospital’s psychologist asked me what I would choose if I could change something in my life. (more…)

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It’s been over 2 weeks since I adopted Tessa and Kajsa, and I’ve to wait for another 2 weeks until I finally can take them home. Their ear mites are the reason for this slow adoption process. The shelter requires that their cats are as healthy as possible when they’re coming to their new home.

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A truly good book teaches me better than to read it. I must soon lay it down, and commence living on its hint…. What I began by reading, I must finish by acting. ~Henry David Thoreau

I like to read novels, but I never read fact books. I rely on the Internet when I need information and facts. However, I was at the library today and got some cat books: I needed some restricted literature. There’re so many cat pages, so many opinions, so many interesting stories and so much information! That’s great (after all, I’m writing a blog on cats as well!), but it’s also overwhelming. (more…)

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To be the mouse or the cat

One human, two cats and “Not-Me” living in the suburbs of Helsinki. Which one of us can only play when the other one’s away? I think the human is the cat and my cats are the mice. I’ll explain why as soon as I get this butt off my face.

I suffer from depression and anxiety disorder, and I also write about the impact of cats on mental health.

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